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   Preteen Thinking can develop Part One
   I wonder how many of you think about it?
   Perhaps she's your daughter or step daughter.  Perhaps a family member
or the next door neighbour's, maybe a little cutie you have seen whilst you
innocently sit in the park or other place eye perving up the little preteen
girls.  Maybe a little one on the swings: each swing forwards causing that
pretty little girl dress or skirt to fly up.  Perhaps a tantalising glimpse
of baby girl panty knickers and maybe if you are lucky to be close enough,
the possibility of her little cunty cover having dislodged itself to reveal
a flash of the desired illegal, preteen underage puffy lickable little baby
girl cunt.
   Maybe she is next to you wearing a pretty little dress, the colour you
prefer of course and to the shortness you like.
   I have a few favourites in that area, but my best is a very short fluted
out to the sides skirt or dress.
   The first time I saw that was in our local park and it was a little
Asian, Chinky girl wearing it and she was skipping and she was on her own.
Every little skip cause the dress to flutter up and every time it did that
I got an exquisite glimpse of tight little white cotton panty knickers.
   It was summerish and the fluted part of the dress was a kind of mild
tartan, a light yellowish colour.  She wore a crisp tight white blouse,
white knee socks folded down at the top with tiny little pink bows on them.
A pair of pinkish traineres and her lovely silky long black hair was
bunched into two cute little side pig tails and best of all she wore
rounded black framed spectacles - and there she was skipping away and
no-one with her.
   I didnt know her but I knew who she was.  I was on nodding and "hello
how are you" acquaintence with her parents - I was fairly certain she knew
who I was.
   I was right.  As soon as I approached her she gave me a beaming smile
and said "Hi" and she was quite trusting and quickly agreed to sit down
with me on the bench and chat.  There was a little coffee shop nearby and I
went and got her a coke and we sat chatting.
   She told me that she was tired from skipping and was glad to have a rest
and I told her that she looked lovely after her exercise routine.  One
thing led to another in our conversation, she was a chatty little thing.
   I was informed that she was 9 but nearly 10 (of course I expressed
surprise and told her I thought she was 14 or 15 - always a good move - she
was delighted of course).
   Her parents had gone off to a cash and carry warehouse about two to
three hours drive away to stock up their business and werent expected back
until around 6pm or later and it was only around late morning at this time.
   "Home alone then" I said and she laughed and said "well I can look after
myself you know, I can cook and stuff."
   "You mean chinese food?" I asked and she nodded - "oh I love chinese
food" I said "I wish I could cook it.  I have some stuff at home but no
idea how to cook it, never mind, one day maybe" and I smiled at her.
   Almost immediately she fired back "well I can cook chinese, it's easy."
   Fucking smart arse kids eh.  One thing led to another and it was back to
mine but I made sure to get her parents cell phone and checked with them -
they were amenable and thanked me for taking the time to keep an eye on her
- and I was more than pleased.
   I sat her down on my couch and went off to change returning in a pair of
thin shiny yellow running shorts, the type with a high cut up both sides,
and of course Girls' style, I get them from the girls section - no
underwear of course and I didn't bother with a top - I just wore the shorts
and I was hard when I walked back in, I poured us a couple of seven ups
with just the right amount of vodka to be unable to taste and I added a
little sugar.
   She was sitting oh so lady like on the couch and smiling when I sat
down. Her thin legs crossed which of course caused that pretty little short
fluted skirt to rise nicely with just a faint hint of those tight little
white cotton panty knickers - the little teaser.  She sat facing directly
forwards and we drank a little and then I turned side on, resting my head
on my right arm, my right leg up on the couch and my left splayed out
further to the left - an ideal position to best display my still yellow
running shorts covered erection that was plainly straining through the thin
material.
   "What an absoultely lovely dress, a scots tartan I believe and look the
yellow colour matches my shorts" and as I said this I gently reached out
and held the hem of her skirt, pulling it oh so very slightly which
afforded me another more tantalising glimpse of those sweet tight little
white cotton panty knickers from her preteen outer thigh.
   "Yes" she said (I was hoping for a lisp but no such luck) "it does look
a similar colour doesnt it?" She was looking at my shorts but hadn't seemed
to take much notice of the bulge yet but I could definitely feel a bit of
leakage on the way and that would make a nice visible stain I was sure.
   I then pretended to examine her skirt more closely and putting my head
closer and at the same time pulling it a tiny bit more which started to
allow me a view between those tightly locked legs I said "I wonder what
kind of material it is made of and I wonder if its a real Scots clan
tartan?"
   "I'm not really sure" she replied and looking up I saw her seriously
looking down at her skirt - she hadn't a clue of course.
   "Is it the same material as my shorts do you think, girls seem to know
more about these things than men" I then let go of her skirt and leaned
back slightly and looked down at my own bursting shorts and sure enough
there was the first tell tale sign that my cock was giving me - he wanted
her.  I was trying to encourage her own gaze to fall on my shorts with some
interest and she looked.
   "I'm not really sure" she said staring basically at my bulging crotch.
   "Well why not feel the material and see what you think" I said reaching
out to take her hand and she passively let me.
   I wasn't dumb enough to full on place her hand over my erection, I
placed her hand near and hand flat down on the material on top of my upper
leg.  Her hand was no more than an eight of an inch from touching her erect
lover.
   "Here you are" I said taking her other hand and placing it on her own
dress skirt material "give the two materials a rub and then let me know
what you think."
   I watched her very carefully as she continued to stare down at both my
crotch and her own skirt alternately.  She started to rub her hand up and
down her own skirt and up and down on my leg and then I felt it.
   As her little hand rubbed upwards I felt the merest glance of her baby
hand just gently rubbing the base of my cock as her fingers crinkled over
and as she rubbed back and forwards.  The right side of her left index
finger brushed lightly against the right side of the base of my prick but
what was even better was that she had her thumb splayed out, to the right
of course.
   Every time she pushed her hand upwards she caught the base of my erect
cock in the Vee shape of her hand, made between her thumb and index finger,
I suppose it kind of halted her hand moving so she rubbed back and then
forwards again - three or four times - the bloody thing was throbbing up
and down now like a piston engine.  And the stain got larger, lovely - but
she still didn't seem to take any overt notice.
   "No" she said "it isn't the same material, its different" and then she
took her hand away and as I looked at her she smiled.
   "Ok" I said "well I think you will know about these things better than
me but can I just check your skirt again?"
   "Yes" she said and kind of lifted her hands in the air and stared down
at herself almost as if she was accommodating me "but I don't think it is
the same"
   "How about the lining" I said but quickly getting to grips with the
skirt "just move your legs a bit, that's it, thanks."
   She quickly uncrossed her legs and let them fall almost awkwardly
splayed open and at that I lifted the skirt right back and therefore
exposed that sweety girl little cunt cover and I distinctly saw the faint
outline of a slit, those little panty kickers had risen up nicely - and
another throbbing commenced on her boyfriend.
   "No" I said "you are quite right but like I said, girls do know more
than boys do about these matters" and as I said that I kept hold of her
skirt and with it pulled back - I was relishing the sight and with hope of
more to come - me to come I knew, that was a given.
   "Boys don't know anything" she said haughtily, her hands still oddly up
in the air and she was still staring down at herself.
   "Well yes you are right of course but actually I should have said men
and not boys because of course I'm a man" I said still holding the skirt up
and thinking that I would remove the haughtiness soon.
   "Men are nice, I don't like boys much though" she still in the same
position and with me still holding her skirt up.
   "I think you are right and they're not as mature as girls.  Boys are
very babyish" I said and she turned and looked at me in wonder.
   "That's what I and my friends say as well" she said beaming at me.
   "Well I am in no doubt that you and your friends are 1 thousand percent
correct" I replied.
   "A million percent" she pouted and I agreed.
   "By the way your panty kickers are very pretty and very mature.  Go on
tell me the truth, you are 15 aren't you?  Were you teasing me earlier and
telling me that you were only ten." I asked.
   "No I am nine honest but I will be ten soon" she replied.
   "Well anyway" I said you are super pretty, those panty kickers are so
lovely and you look a lot older than ten.
   I stared at her face and smiled - I was still holding her little sexy
skirt up.  She smile back, biting her lower lip and looking all gawky and
pleased with herself and then said "shall I do the cooking now?"
   Of course I made no objection to that and immediately dropped her skirt
and let her get on with it.  I poured her another little drinky (miniscule
amount of vodka in it again - no point knocking them out unless you're into
that kind of kink - each to his own in my book but not my cup of cocoa) and
then I headed off to the bog for a quick wank - and that didn't take long.
   Then I came back with the lap top and pleased my eyes looking at the NN
preteen model sites.  Say what you like about fully naked but some of those
NN sites are lovely - plenty of imagination there and exactly as the site
owners intended, I have no doubt.
   She made a fuck of a mess in the kitchen and got a fair bit of splash
back on her clothes but we ate her meal and it wasn't bad at all - of
course I praised her to the roof - that pleased her no end.  Good girl that
she was, she washed everything up and came back to sit down looking like
the cats whiskers - every inch the woman, the nine year old woman although
I continued to use the term ten and that seemed to please as well.
   "What were you looking at on the 'Puter then" she asked and looking all
confident.
   "Models" I said and at the same time I brought the screen back to life
and up popped the little darlings and all around her age group, "there you
go, have a look and see what you think."
   She was highly interested in that - oohing and ahing about how pretty
they all were and of course I made it clear that she was "heaps more pretty
than any of them."
   We had the usual "no I'm not" - "yes you are" conversation and she
allowed me to win the argument!  But only to an extent.
   "But they are like professionals and I wouldn't know what to do - you
know like the poses and stuff" she said but continuing to stare avidly at
the pages as she flicked them over.
   "I am very certain you would easily be able to do it and be better than
them; you are far more pretty than any of them" I said firmly.
   "Do you really think that?" she said looking directly at me.
   "For sure, apart from one problem that is?" I said.
   "What problem" she replied looking a bit worried.
   "Come on" I said "up you pop." I took the "puter" (for fucks sake) from
her lap and put it down on the floor and then I took her hand and led her
to the bathroom.  "Look at the mess on you, we'll have to get that washed
off before Mum gets back, she wont like to see you looking like this will
she and she might be angry with me and not let you visit again."
   She looked at herself in the mirror and realised what I meant "oh dear"
she said "yes I am a bit messy."
   "Never mind darling" I said standing behind her and reaching over.  I
had started to undo the top buttons on her crisp white blouse "I know just
how to get cooking stains off little girls clothes, I've done it loads of
times, so best let me help and get you all tidied up, ok?"
   She made no move to stop me and I soon had her stripped down to her
sweet tight little white cotton preteen panty knickers and then I sent her
back into the lounge telling her to amuse herself on the "puter"!!
   No objection whatsoever, she even thanked me and prettily sprang off.
   It didn't take much doing, there wasn't that much mess but of course the
skirt and blouse were now wet - very wet.  I had a tumble drier but no
point using that until closer to mummy and daddy return time.  And then I
returned but this time I had changed from my sticky shorts and was now
wearing a really tight (far too small for me) pair of tiny whites and I was
happily semi erect and lightly bulging again.
   "Everything done darling.  They are a bit wet but they'll be dry soon
enough, are you ok" I said wandering off to refresh the drinks.
   She replied that she was fine and sure enough she seemed to be very
fine.
   When I returned there she was in those tight little preteen cunt hiders,
propped up on the couch end, knees raised and splayed open and with the
laptop on her own lap still flicking through the NN sites and still
transfixed on the screen.
   "Mmm" she murmered almost abstractly.
   After putting her drink down I settled myself on the opposite end and
similarly stretched out.  Lovely view right up her little hidden cunt but a
definite hint of preteen slitty was on show and she was kind of rocking her
knees from side to side which was most alluring especialy since the little
gusset seemed to suggest I was going to get a little revelation and maybe a
junior cunt lip - but it never quite moved that much.  It was going to need
help and I am very good at helping in these situations.
   End of Part One
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Preteen Thinking can develop Part One